Gets Me High
(Look)
I-I-I was just hurt, but I had to go through it
Got in my birk', and I'm boutta pursue it
They said it won't work, so I had to go do it
If we talking in money, I'm speaking it fluent
Thought you the one, until you went and blew it
Trynna get paid, why the fuck we into it?
I'm stuck in my thoughts, and it's wock, cause I knew it
Gotta' keep it on me like a driller, and screw it
I'm trynna get my niggas out the p's
Chop in the back, so I'm ducking the d's
I'm blessing my niggas, they don't need to sneeze
And shorty look good, but better on her knees
I ran up a hundred, still im with my sleeze
Threw on amiri, mix it with the cleeze
I shitted on them, and I did it with ease
And we still make it hot, like a hundred degrees
I'm in the stu, with the spliff in my hand
Going though shit, you wouldn't understand
If I say what I'm feeling, they wont give a damn
But them niggas be quick to ask me for a band
Summer get hot, I'm walking with a tan
Out on the block, and I'm scoring like bam
Like most of them niggas, they seen me and ran
I been tryna go up, and do it for the fam
U-Used to be popped, now I'm living like Mitch
All of my niggas is finna get rich
I'm like bitch I got tired of giving a shit
Bro steady be clutching, won't miss with the grip
We was stuck in that rain, it was pouring and shit
I just might run up with 40 and shit
Like, I'm trynna link with his shorty and shit
She could text me again, I'm ignoring that bitch
Stuck in my feelings, a nigga been livid
Took out my heart, a part of me was missing
Won't never sellout, even though I'm the ticket
But how could I win, with the chance I was given
I-I just been cheffing up, I'm in the kitchen
N-Niggas gon' hate, cause they don't see the vision
Shorty gon' pick, and not make a decision
Don't hop in this car, cause a nigga been driven
Like most of my niggas, wilding with the gats
Step in the field, and I'm throwing like Dak
These Niggas be capping, talking they be chat
And this world so cold, I hope I never lack
Like they tryna smoke a nigga from the pack
Bitch I'm on deck, I might step up to bat
Big everything k, don't give that boy a dap
And they steady like Mill, why you talking like that
(Shh)
I was just hurt, but I had to go through it
Got in my birk', and I'm boutta pursue it
They said it won't work, so I had to go do it
If we talking in money, I'm speaking it fluent
Thought you the one, until you went and blew it
Trynna get paid, why the fuck we into it?
I'm stuck in my thoughts, and it's wock, cause I knew it
Gotta' keep it on me like a driller, and screw it
I-I-I was just hurt, but I had to go through it
Got in my birk', and I'm boutta pursue it
They said it won't work, so I had to go do it
If we talking in money, I'm speaking it fluent
Thought you the one, until you went and blew it
Trynna get paid, why the fuck we into it?
I'm stuck in my thoughts, and it's wock, cause I knew it
Gotta' keep it on me like a driller, and screw it
I'm trynna get my niggas out the p's
Chop in the back, so I'm ducking the d's
I'm blessing my niggas, they don't need to sneeze
And shorty look good, but better on her knees
I ran up a hundred, still im with my sleeze
Threw on amiri, mix it with the cleeze
I shitted on them, and I did it with ease
And we still make it hot, like a hundred degrees
I'm in the stu, with the spliff in my hand
Going though shit, you wouldn't understand
If I say what I'm feeling, they wont give a damn
But them niggas be quick to ask me for a band
Summer get hot, I'm walking with a tan
Out on the block, and I'm scoring like bam
Like most of them niggas, they seen me and ran
I been tryna go up, and do it for the fam
U-Used to be popped, now I'm living like Mitch
All of my niggas is finna get rich
I'm like bitch I got tired of giving a shit
Bro steady be clutching, won't miss with the grip
We was stuck in that rain, it was pouring and shit
I just might run up with 40 and shit
Like, I'm trynna link with his shorty and shit
She could text me again, I'm ignoring that bitch
Stuck in my feelings, a nigga been livid
Took out my heart, a part of me was missing
Won't never sellout, even though I'm the ticket
But how could I win, with the chance I was given
I-I just been cheffing up, I'm in the kitchen
N-Niggas gon' hate, cause they don't see the vision
Shorty gon' pick, and not make a decision
Don't hop in this car, cause a nigga been driven
Like most of my niggas, wilding with the gats
Step in the field, and I'm throwing like Dak
These Niggas be capping, talking they be chat
And this world so cold, I hope I never lack
Like they tryna smoke a nigga from the pack
Bitch I'm on deck, I might step up to bat
Big everything k, don't give that boy a dap
And they steady like Mill, why you talking like that
(Shh)
I was just hurt, but I had to go through it
Got in my birk', and I'm boutta pursue it
They said it won't work, so I had to go do it
If we talking in money, I'm speaking it fluent
Thought you the one, until you went and blew it
Trynna get paid, why the fuck we into it?
I'm stuck in my thoughts, and it's wock, cause I knew it
Gotta' keep it on me like a driller, and screw it
Credits
Writer(s): B Mill
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